Zhang Yanwu was furious, but when he saw the girl blocking his path, he was also taken aback. He said displeasedly, "Princess, are you also going to stop me?"
It turned out that the one blocking Zhang Hao was precisely Murong Ziqian.
"I can't let you hurt him. If you want to kill him, kill me first!" Murong Ziqian said with a determined expression.
Even though Zhang Yanwu was filled with rage at this moment, he hadn't completely lost his mind. He forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "This Esteemed One wouldn't dare. However, this Esteemed One must kill Zhang Hao. Please, Princess, do not obstruct This Esteemed One."
"I won't let you pass," Murong Ziqian gritted her teeth.
"Zhang Hao, if you are a man, don't cower behind a woman," Zhang Yanwu looked at Zhang Hao mockingly.
At this moment, several Elders of the Zhang Family had surrounded Zhang Hao. If it weren't for Murong Ziqian, Zhang Hao would have already been attacked.
Zhang Hao sighed and said to Murong Ziqian, who was blocking him, "Zi Qian, move aside."
"No... Zi Qian will never allow anyone to hurt you," Murong Ziqian said firmly.
"Zi Qian, come back!"
A majestic voice rang out from the air.
A figure floated down, it was Murong Jingtian.
"Father! Please save Zhang Hao," Murong Ziqian looked at Murong Jingtian and pleaded.
Murong Jingtian glanced at Zhang Hao indifferently and said, "Zhang Hao, what do you think?"
Zhang Hao knew what Murong Jingtian meant, and he also didn't want to rely on a woman to protect himself, as this would make him unable to Face Zi Qian in the future. Therefore, Zhang Hao looked at Murong Jingtian firmly and said, "Emperor, please take Zi Qian away. This junior will handle the matters here himself."
"Consider yourself to have some backbone!"
Murong Jingtian looked at Zhang Hao, and his impression of him improved significantly.
"Minister Zhang, your Zhang Family has disappointed me greatly. From now on, Zi Qian's marriage will be called off!"
After saying that, Murong Jingtian ignored Zi Qian's pleas, pulled her up, and floated away.
"Zhang Hao!"
Murong Ziqian's mournful voice came from the air, making Zhang Hao's heart ache a little.
Zhang Yanwu's eyelids twitched. The cancellation of the marriage was one thing, Zhang Kuanglong was already dead, so the engagement was naturally void. But the tone of Murong Jingtian's words indicated his extreme dissatisfaction with him.
"Hahaha... Zhang Hao, who else can help you now!" Zhang Yanwu looked at Zhang Hao and laughed wildly.
"Old scoundrel, I don't need anyone else to help me. It's time for us to settle our grievances," Zhang Hao glared at Zhang Yanwu.
"If you want to touch him, you'll have to see if I agree," a clear and pleasant voice sounded.
A purple figure swept past, and a girl appeared beside Zhang Hao. This girl was Ning Xue.
"Miss Ning Xue, what do you mean?"
Zhang Yanwu's patience had reached its limit at this moment. He had never expected that moving against Zhang Hao would be obstructed repeatedly. And these people who were obstructing him were all people he couldn't afford to offend. Murong Ziqian was one thing, she was Zhang Hao's former fiancée, and had just been taken away by the Emperor.
But Ning Xue was the daughter of the Wushuang City City Lord. Back then, he had coincidentally saved Ning Wuque, the City Lord of Wushuang City. To express his gratitude, Ning Wuque had promised his daughter to Zhang Kuanglong when he learned that he had a Young Master.
However, Zhang Yanwu had broken his promise this time in order to curry favor with Murong Jingtian. Therefore, offending Ning Wuque was also a troublesome matter. Ning Wuque's cultivation was that of a Great Martial Master, and Zhang Yanwu was no match for him at all. If that guy went crazy, Zhang Yanwu felt a bit of a headache.
"What do I mean? You two-faced old thief, you don't keep your promises. I'm not your niece, and I've hated you for a long time. Now you even dare to injure my friend. Ning Xue and you will fight to the death," Ning Xue put her hands on her hips and snorted coldly.
As the Family Head of the Zhang Family, Zhang Yanwu was being scolded so severely by Ning Xue that he lost some Face. Anger also appeared on his Face, and he looked at Ning Xue and said, "Ning Xue, your Father and I are old friends. As your Elder, I am qualified to teach you a lesson today."
A fierce pressure erupted from Zhang Yanwu's body.
Zhang Hao's eyelids twitched, and he said to Ning Xue, "Ning Xue, forget it. Zhang Yanwu's cultivation is not something we can contend with. I don't want to implicate you, you should leave!"
Ning Xue shook her head and said with a determined expression, "No, you also saved me. How can I leave so heartlessly? When you were injured just now, I felt uneasy because I didn't appear immediately. Now, I will never abandon you no matter what."
Seeing Ning Xue's determined expression, Zhang Zekai's heart was also moved. He knew that Ning Xue was serious this time, so he remained silent. He secretly decided in his heart that he would never let this girl be in danger no matter what.
"Exploding Stone Fist!"
Zhang Yanwu punched out.
A terrifying fist wind, like falling stars, swept towards Zhang Hao and Ning Xue.
"Such terrifying power!"
Zhang Hao stepped sideways, blocking in front of Ning Xue, and was about to take Zhang Yanwu's palm head-on. In the void, a vigorous voice shouted, "Wicked creature!"
A black figure descended from the air, blocking in front of Zhang Hao. That person struck Zhang Yanwu with a palm.
"Bang!"
Zhang Yanwu's fist shadow was instantly annihilated, and the powerful force rolled back.
"Ah!"
Zhang Yanwu screamed, and his body flew back like a kite with a broken string.
Zhang Hao was a little surprised, wondering who had saved him. This person had actually defeated Zhang Yanwu with a single palm, their strength was too terrifying. One must know that Zhang Yanwu was a Martial Master at the ninth level of cultivation. Only a Great Martial Master could easily defeat him. And the Great Martial Masters in Ninghai City were only the Supreme Elders of the three major families. Could it be him?
When Zhang Hao saw the person who had saved him, he was immediately overjoyed.
"Grandpa!"
This mysterious person who suddenly appeared was Zhang Hao's Grandpa, who was rumored to have been in closed-door cultivation, the Zhang Family Supreme Elder, Zhang Yaobang.
Previously, his Father had mysteriously disappeared, and his Grandpa Zhang Yaobang had suddenly gone into closed-door cultivation. Zhang Hao had always suspected that there was something fishy going on. After all, in the Zhang Family, Zhang Yaobang, as the Supreme Elder, had always supported his Father as the Family Head of the Zhang Family. His uncle, Zhang Yanwu, had also been coveting this position. But due to Zhang Yaobang's authority, he could only suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart.
This time, the Zhang Family Clan Leader, Zhang Jincheng, had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. Zhang Yaobang had gone into closed-door cultivation. All of this was too sudden. Even more intriguing was that after this, Zhang Yanwu began to unscrupulously usurp the position of Zhang Family Head. He completely disregarded the existence of the Supreme Elder, which made Zhang Hao have to be suspicious.
"You... How is this possible? Aren't you dead?"
When Zhang Yanwu saw the sudden appearance of Zhang Yaobang, he looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"Rebellious son, did you think that if you forced me to fall off the cliff, I would definitely die? Heaven has pity, although This Esteemed One fell off the cliff, This Esteemed One did not die, and now This Esteemed One has just returned to clean up the house," Zhang Yaobang's hair and beard were all raised, clearly he was enraged to the extreme at this moment.